Back in September 2024, I had an unexpected and wild night in Vegas that started like any other evening but quickly turned into something out of a fantasy. After a night out at a club, where I struck out, I headed back to my hotel room alone. As I entered the elevator, I was joined by a stunning Indian woman wearing a red dress and high heels. She was about my height, with dark curly hair and a slim thick figure accentuated by her rather large breasts. Her thick Indian accent was charming as she asked how my day had been and if I'd had fun.

I laughed, admitting with a playful tone that I was heading back to my room alone. She laughed too, and as luck would have it, our rooms were on the same floor. I let her out first, being a gentleman, but she suddenly stopped in front of me in the lobby to take off her heels. I accidentally bumped into her, my midsection brushing against her ass. I quickly apologized, puzzled by her sudden halt. She laughed it off, handed me her heels, and put her arms around my shoulders, asking me to walk her to her room. Our noses touched as I tilted my head, smiling, "I think we're about to have a great night."

Hand in hand, she led me to her room, her giggles infectious and my arousal already building. But the mood shifted when I saw a man inside, wearing just boxers, his body very hairy and out of shape. My initial panic and confusion were palpable. She quickly reassured me, explaining that her husband just liked to watch.

Trying to regain my composure, I grabbed her, kissed her deeply to boost my confidence, and playfully threw her onto the bed. Her eyes widened with excitement as she saw my abs when I took off my shirt. "Oh, you have abs," she exclaimed, clearly turned on. I sat on her, just under her breasts, and replied with a confident smile, "Of course."

Her husband chimed in, saying "perfect," which threw me off again, but then asked if he could record me, offering a face mask for anonymity. Reluctantly, I agreed, driven by desire. I stood, directing her to get on her knees, deciding to take control of the situation. She hugged me, her face buried in my crotch, complimenting my hockey player's physique. I instructed her husband to take my pants off, and as he did, I thrust my now hard seven-inch penis against her face. I always thought of myself as having an average penis, but her exaggerated reaction made me feel like a king; she compared my size to her face, calling me porn-star material, which I took as flattery.

Her oral skills were lacking, her teeth grazing me, so I took charge, guiding her to deepthroat, which made her eyes water but also smile in a mix of pleasure and challenge. She begged me to fuck her, grabbing a condom and expertly putting it on me. The session that followed was intense, lasting a couple of hours.

We started with her on all fours, her screaming "daddy" with each thrust as we moved into doggy style. Her husband kept moving around, capturing every angle. We switched to her riding me, where she grinded on my dick while I rubbed her clit, her moans escalating as she came.

Eventually, we lay together, her body on top of mine, both of us naked, her whispering sweet nothings, telling me how much she loved me, though I knew it was in the heat of the moment. We fell asleep like that, her husband on the sofa.

I woke up early, the reality of the situation setting in. Gathering my things, I did a sort of walk of shame out of their room, leaving behind a night that was as thrilling as it was surreal